“So he came again to Cana in Galilee, where he had made the water wine. And at Caper′na-um there was an official whose son was ill. When he heard that Jesus had come from Judea to Galilee, he went and begged him to come down and heal his son, for he was at the point of death. Jesus therefore said to him, “Unless you see signs and wonders you will not believe.” The official said to him, “Sir, come down before my child dies.” Jesus said to him, “Go; your son will live.” The man believed the word that Jesus spoke to him and went his way. As he was going down, his servants met him and told him that his son was living. So he asked them the hour when he began to mend, and they said to him, “Yesterday at the seventh hour the fever left him.” The father knew that was the hour when Jesus had said to him, “Your son will live”; and he himself believed, and all his household. This was now the second sign that Jesus did when he had come from Judea to Galilee. –John 4: 46-54
Caleb Wile was an incredible little boy that I had the privilege of working with about two years ago. Caleb, and I’m quite sure his parents Bernie and Adam, had never met a stranger. Caleb loved everything – and I do mean everything- cars, books, music, playing outside, and fish. When he smiled, he did so with his whole face, which was 95% of the time. Caleb would run to my daughter every day to say good morning and tell her he loved her. He gave all the love he had to everyone he encountered.
The Philadelphia Eagles are Super Bowl Champions. This is the first time this franchise has ever won the Super Bowl. Until this past week, the Philadelphia Eagles were the only team in their division to not have hoisted the Lombardi Trophy. The World Champion Eagles were led by an unlikely hero, quarterback Nick Foles.
Recently I heard the story of the Horatio G. Spafford. He lived in Chicago in 1871 and was a businessman and a lawyer. He lost most of his fortune in the great Chicago fire. A couple of years after that tragedy his family planned to go on a trip to England. His wife and four daughters left on a ship while he remained behind to finish work in Chicago. He planned to join them later. However, the ship that carried his wife and daughters crashed, trapping people onboard. Only his wife survived the wreck. The news of the wreck reached Horatio Spafford and he set out on the first ship available. On the voyage, the captain of the ship came and notified Horatio when they had reached the area where his family’s ship had gone down. Shortly after, Horatio wrote the words to the famous hymn, “It is Well with My Soul”.
As a college sophomore performance major, I met Gabrielle Moon and began working at the downtown Children’s Center in an infant classroom.
Thomas J. Barnardo was an Irish Doctor who had a dream of being a medical missionary in China. Born in Dublin, Ireland, Thomas was dedicated to his faith in Jesus Christ. He actually made the decision to become a missionary at age 17. He committed to his studies and to his faith so that he would be ready to someday serve in the mission field.
Then Joseph could not control himself before all those who stood by him; and he cried, “Make every one go out from me.” So no one stayed with him when Joseph made himself known to his brothers. And he wept aloud, so that the Egyptians heard it, and the household of Pharaoh heard it. And Joseph said to his brothers, “I am Joseph; is my father still alive?” But his brothers could not answer him, for they were dismayed at his presence.
Now when the Lord knew that the Pharisees had heard that Jesus was making and baptizing more disciples than John (although Jesus himself did not baptize, but only his disciples), he left Judea and departed again to Galilee. He had to pass through Samar′ia. So he came to a city of Samar′ia, called Sy′char, near the field that Jacob gave to his son Joseph. Jacob’s well was there, and so Jesus, wearied as he was with his journey, sat down beside the well. It was about the sixth hour.
It was not long after our family arrived at St. Luke’s that our daughter, Mary Beth started attending the St. Luke’s Children’s center. Mary Beth was in Mrs. Mary’s class. It was in this class that she learned a special prayer for lunch-time. The prayer her class said each day was:
My last year of seminary was challenging. It was academically demanding, to say the least. I had several classes that were going to require significant reading and writing. One class, in particular, had me nervous before the semester even started. I knew the work would be hard and, on top of that, there would only be a handful of students in the class so I would have to come prepared each time.